It snowed this morning. Not very much, and it was pretty, but now I have to clean off the car.
I've got to find a cleaning service, and if there isn't one in the area, I have to work on the house myself. The biggest job is disposing of two dog poop encrusted large rugs. Don't know how to get rid of them, and they have to go. Going to the house, doing her last load of dishes, cleaning up the spot where Neil found my mom lying unconscious... it's all very hard and I wish like hell I didn't have to do it alone. I just wish I had someone to be with me.
I have got to make a decision about mom's dog. Looking at her now, I find it hard to think mom will ever go home again. And every day the dog is in the kennel is one more day of boarding costs. But I haven't been able to tell them to take her to the Humane Society. It would crush mom's heart if she knew I did that. And I don't know anyone who wants a badly house broken ten year old Pomeranian that occasionally bites if you get between her and food.
I need to buy a snow shovel and a warm winter hat. But it's Sunday. The mall doesn't open for another two hours and then will be busy because it's Sunday. Maybe it would be better if I did that tomorrow.
My dad's son is out of town on business this week. The housekeeper Doris is in the hospital with pneumonia and nearly died. I have no one to turn to